#tcw m!reader

[happy-beeeps]

Grease Lightning

A @cloneficgiftexchange special for @bad-batch-pretty-boy !!!! SO sorry this is a day late I'm an idiot who had the 15th in my brain. I hope you love it!!! This was my first time writing a male reader, so I really hope I did it justice. Enjoy!

Pairing: m!reader x Fox

WC: 1.3k

Summary: As a speeder mechanic for the Senate staff, you've known Fox for a while. But when a difficult fix starts to put a strain on your holiday season, he comes in with the best gift of all.

CW: none :) slightly raunchy humor

Not to be cliche, but you’ve always hated the holidays.

It’s not for the same reasons as most others—you have fond memories of celebrating with loved ones, you’ve always enjoyed the spirit and the food. It’s simply the plain carelessness that comes in with the season.

Every year there’s a cluster of holidays—Life Day, Solstice, and a handful of others that blur together among the festive spirit. And every year, Coruscant drops the temperature for a few rotations, schedules snow, and people go crazy.

And when people go crazy, they wreck their speeders, Senate staff included.

Rushing through the shopping district trying to buy last minute gifts, cold batteries that cause speeders to freeze up in midair, even just gaper’s delay from all the ornamental light displays. Every Senator brings their families in from their home system if they haven’t returned, and nearly every Senator causes some kind of wreck. This of course means more work for you, chief mechanic of the Republic Senate.

You’ve always loved working with your hands, but never wanted the travel that a starship mechanic required. When a buddy from the academy mentioned the position, you jumped at the opportunity.

Of course, this means you’re now elbows deep in the shiny red speeder of a Senator from Pantora. Not to mention your other, much more pressing, project perched in the center of the garage.

As if on cue, Mas Amedda stalks in, hands clasped together. “How is the progress on Chancellor Palpatine’s senate pod?”

You sigh, rubbing your arm across your forehead. You’re certain there’s grease there now. “Same as yesterday Ambassador Amedda. The problem hasn’t been able to be resolved.”

“A shame,” he tuts, circling you slowly. You’ve always hated the feeling he gave you, like he was analyzing not just your work, but you. “We’d hate for his annual holiday speech to be delayed.”

“Yes, we would,” you grit out, “rest assured, I am working on it as best I can. Most of my staff went home for the holiday season, so I’m doing the best with what I can.”

“See to it that your best increases, you’ve been a great addition to the Senate team,” he smiles but it does not reach his eyes. “I’m sending an… ambassador of sorts to keep up to date on your progress. Consider him an extra set of hands.”

You hate the way your heart flutters when Fox strides in from the lift as Amedda leaves. You’ve met the man a handful of times, and you’re embarrassed to admit you like him. Sure, you like him, he’s easy to talk to and incredibly knowledgeable on all things Senatorial and Coruscanti. But no, you like him.

He’d taken his kriffing helmet off once, and the site of salt and peppered black hair and strong brown eyes had seared themselves in your brain forever. Not that you’d ever tell him this, of course.

“Hey…man.” You offer in way of a greeting. Why are you treating him like a buddy from the mech academy? This is unbearable.

“Hey yourself,” you can hear the ghost of a smile in his voice when he removes his helmet. “Sorry for,” he thumbs towards the direction of the elevator, “you know.”

You snort in response. “He’s a prick. I’m used to it.” You gesture to the Chancellor’s senate pod in front of you, “Here’s the cause of all my issues.”

He sucks in a sound through his teeth and bends down to take a look, “Would you believe me if I said I had no idea what was wrong with this? I don’t know shit about these things.”

“Aren’t you the commander of the Corries?”

“And?”

“Fair enough,” you unclip your light from your belt and point it into the inner workings of the machine, “Rotator busted. Can’t rotate, can’t generate enough power to hover smoothly. Needs a new belt which, of course, is out of stock for the Holidays.”

Fox laughs and kneels down beside you, “Kriff. Palpatine’ll chew my head off for this.”

“Your head?”

“Would you rather it be yours?”

You hold your hands up in a sign of surrender and Fox laughs, a hearty, warm sound that settles nicely between your ribs and rattles around in your chest. “Thanks for working on this any way. Nice to have a guy down here who knows what he’s doing.”

“I’m very capable,” you shrug, and only after the beat of silence do you catch the blush painted across Fox’s face. You cough after a moment too long, and Fox breaks the silence. “Well. Anything else I can do for you?”

You could grab my face, throw my against the side of this pod, and kiss me. “Nah, unless you happen to find a catalytic hover belt within the next day.”

“Then I leave it in your very capable hands.”

The next time you see Fox is two days later, and you don’t doubt that he’s been lying about Palpatine chewing his head off. You’ve gotten three reminders in two days that the Chancellor needs this pod to make his Life Day address. Jaya, the Twi’lek who works as your apprentice occasionally, had asked why he couldn’t use someone else's. Because he’s a prick didn’t feel like the right answer, so you had settled with a shrug.

It’s late when Fox arrives in the garage, holding a brown paper bag with the hallmark grease patterns of Dex’s on the front, and another box, wrapped in red and green.

“Is that a bantha burger?”

“Or what? I’m just happy to see you?”

You laugh, it’s the kind of joke your buddies would make, but because it’s Fox a flush streaks across your skin. 

“Here,” he passes you the red box, “Happy Life Day. Sort of.”

“Fox, I can’t, what?”

“Don’t mention it.”

“But–”

“Just open the kriffing box.”

Inside, wrapped in some kind of news flimsi you’ve seen in the lower levels, is a nearly pristine catalytic hover belt. The oil markings and slightly worn belt show that it might have been used, but you’re willing to overlook that. 

“How did you…”

He’s leaning against the side of a speeder, beaming. “One of my shinies knows a guy who hangs out at 79’s who knows a guy who owed him a favor who…finds things in speeders in the lower levels.

Stolen, figured. But it’ll play. “Fox, this shouldn’t be your responsibility. The Republic should be figuring this out.”

He shrugs, “Palpatine was getting irritated. I like having you around.”

“Still, the cost… at least let me pay you back, I’ll add it to my supplies bill.”

“Well,” he takes a step towards you, and you become suddenly aware of the fact that you probably smell like fuel, and that you haven’t shaved in a few days. “Kisses are great for appreciation.”

There’s a beat where you can see the genuine fear in his eyes, if he’s misread this whole situation, but no. You reach up and grab the plastoid around his chest and pull him towards you, capturing him in a kiss. He’s warm against your lips, and his breath tastes delightfully like burnt caf and fries, he’s snuck a few from the bag. He responds quickly, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling you close, and for a minute you kiss him like he’s the oxygen you breathe. 

When you finally pull away you rest your foreheads against each other, eyes screwed shut, too scared to chase the moment away. “But seriously, I’ll invoice the Republic.”

“Oh, I expect it. And then you owe me dinner.”

You laugh against his lips, mutter the word deal, and his lips are on you again. The best Life Day gift you could’ve asked for. 

[meshla-cyarika]

Public Menace

Pairing: Commander Fox x gn!reader

Word count: 852

Tags/warnings: none

Summary: Fox suffers the consequences of you being bored while on sick leave.

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"Would you stop with the wriggling?" Fox huffs, looking up from his paperwork for the first time in hours. You shuffle on the couch one more time just to irk him.

You're in his office for some rare downtime and Fox is still forcing himself to concentrate on requisition paperwork for the 104th, claiming that he's falling behind in his work. You've been trying your very hardest to distract him for the past two hours, saying that you want your cyare's company during your sick leave. As much as he loves you, which he has assured you of multiple times, he really has alot of work to be doing.

The wriggling, as Fox has put it, is only 50% on purpose. You were chasing a group of thieves through the Coruscant streets with Thorn, when you had taken a nasty fall while wrestling with a pissed off Devaronian. Looking back on it, you find Thorn stressing and worrying over you rather funny, because both of you know Fox would've killed him if he let you die on his watch.

Initially, Fox was fussing over you so much that it nearly gave you a headache, but after a week he started to mellow out. He knows you can handle yourself and that you've dealt with worse injuries. Jewels, a Coruscant Gaurd medic, had told you that you had just bruised some of your ribs and your shoulders, along with a concussion.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you try getting comfortable on a lump ass couch, while suffering from internal bruises." You shoot him a look and he just rolls his eyes at your words, knowing that you're just winding him up.

"If you find it so uncomfortable, why don't you go back to bed?" He says in a much softer tone.

"And leave you here all alone, without any human interaction for the rest of the day?" You arch a brow and he's quick to distract himself by signing off new plastoid for 25% of the 104th instead of meeting your gaze. You know him too well.

"Besides, I've been working on this report for ages." You continue typing away on your datapad.

"The report can wait, you're on leave." Fox says back.

"So can the requisitions." You remark. "May aswell be in a warm, comfortable bed-"

"There's a blanket in the locker, if you're cold." He interrupts you bluntly and you give him a flat look.

Having nothing left to say, silence settles over the room for a few minutes. The thoughts of that blanket are filling your mind. You had brought it for him during the first couple of weeks you were dating, after noticing his habit of sleeping in his office.

A exasperated sigh leaves your lips and you place your datapad on the couch next to you, before painfully bringing yourself to stand. The winces and occasional "ow, fuck" are only partly exaggerated, as you pull out the fluffy red blanket from his locker.

"Urgh, think I'm dying." You mumble quietly, finding a comfortable position on the couch.

"You finished?" Fox arches a brow at you, amused by your attempt at manipulating him to lay with you.

"Everything hurts." You pout at him, tormenting facade finally slipping. Fox gives you a warm smile, standing from his desk to make the few steps to stand by you.

"You're over doing it, sarad." He brings his hands up to hold either side of your face.

"Hurts." Is all you mumble out and he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. Fox doesn't like seeing you hurt and he knows that you know he doesn't like seeing you hurt because you've gone out of your way to lighten the mood this past week with cheesy jokes.

"Tell me honestly, if I bring my work over here to be with you, are you going to sit still for once?" He tilts your head up to make you meet his eyes. A mischievous smile etches it's way onto your face at his words.

"Of course, I will. What to do you take me for, a public menace?" You arch a brow and he gives you a flat look, before turning away to gather his datapad and documents.

Fox rearranges a few pillows to prop himself up agaisnt, before reclining back agaisnt the armrest. You snuggle up to him with mild discomfort, resting the side of your face agaisnt his chest that's rid of his plastoid for once.

"Love you." You mumble out, eyelids already drooping.

"I gathered." He says back, causing you to pinch him in the side. "Alright! I love you to!" He leans down to place a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

Five hours later, Stone barges into Fox's office, about to rave on about Hound putting hair dye in his shampoo. What he finds is rather unexpected. So, you finally wore him down, huh? He totally doesn't steal the datapad that's lax in Fox's hold, take a photo of the pair of you blissfully asleep, forward it to Thire, Thorn and Hound, then sets it as Fox's background.

[vodika-vibes]

First of all i wanted to say i really admire your work and i love your writing style <3

Could you write a fic in which Rex fals in love with a Male Reader? He's a Jedi that survived the order and is found by the clone because he is searching for more survivors with Ahsoka, Wolffe, Gregor... and basically the reader sees Rex as his savior and admires him a lot because he managed to put him out of depression because his padawan died because in front of him after order 66. Also, reader fell first but rex fell harder, yk

Thank you in advice, i hope you enjoy this byeee <3 <3 <3

Welcome To My Life

Summary: After losing everything with the Jedi purge, including your Padawan, you were less living and more surviving on a day to day basis. And then you met Rex, a former Captain in the Clone Army, and somehow, things get better.

Pairing: Captain Rex x M! Jedi Reader

Word Count: 1433

Warnings: Mentions of Order 66, violence, mentions of domestic abuse

A/N: So, I don't know if this is exactly what you wanted, but I hope you like it anyway?

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You hate the cold.

Even when you were a kid, you hated the cold. You hated the bite against your skin, the way your nose would start running, and the way your eyes would sting from the cold.

Before the purge, when you still had a Padawan, you would tolerate it. She loved the cold, and the snow, and would call you a grump if you didn’t let her play in it for hours at a time.

But that was before.

Due to the injuries you received during the purge, the cold and the snow makes your leg ache in a way you’re never going to get used to. And you can’t look at a snowy scene without remembering the sight of her blood pooling on snow.

Your survival was happenstance.

You wish, to this day, that you had died and your apprentice had lived. The galaxy is lesser with her loss. And you miss her in your every waking moment.

But, you no longer grieve for her like you did right after the purge.

Oh, you still mourn, she had been so young and so bright after all, but her loss no longer feels like a death sentence hanging over your head. And you can attribute that to one person specifically.

Captain Rex, formerly of the 501st, found you by chance. At least, that’s what he claims. You’ve been a Jedi long enough to know that chance doesn’t exist, not really.

So, that’s how you found yourself in this situation. Playing mentor to young Jedi who lost their Masters, and offering advice to the clones who are trying, so hard, to recover their brothers from the iron grip of the Empire.

“You alright?” You’re pulled from your musings when you hear Rex’s voice, and you open your eyes to shoot him a confused look, “You’ve been rubbing your knee for the last 15 minutes.” He clarifies as he sits on the cushion across from you with an awkward grimace.

“Ah,” You glance at your hand, and then pull it away from your leg, “The cold doesn’t do me any favors.” Your smile becomes a little wry, “I’m afraid I’m getting old, Captain.”

Rex rolls his eyes, “Spare me,” but there’s a smile on his face, “You’re hardly old. You shouldn’t have put off getting your knee treated for so long.”

“Wow, what a long way to call me an idiot.”

“Okay, you’re an idiot.”

“Are you allowed to talk to me like that?”

“I’ll talk to you however I want. You’re an idiot and you need to know it.” Rex points out, “After all, you could do your meditations inside, where the heat is, but no. You have to meditate outside.”

“It’s important to have a connection to nature—” You try to lecture, but you’re stopped when Rex holds up his hand.

“I think you just like torturing yourself, and this,” he gestures to the open garden, “is your idea of penance.”

You twist your lips, “Just because you’re right doesn’t mean you should say it.”

Once again, Rex rolls his eyes, “Come on, handsome. Let’s get you inside before you turn into an ice cube.” He gets to his feet and offers you his hand, which you gratefully take.

When you were a child, your Master harped on about how falling in love was a sin. You learned, as you got older, that your Master was trying to ease his guilty conscious by giving you a complex about interpersonal relationships. It took you years of therapy to come to terms with the fact that your Master had been gaslighting you your entire childhood.

To this day, you don’t trust your memory on a lot of things.

But, the important thing that you have managed to come to terms with is the knowledge that falling in love isn’t the crime you were made to believe it was.

Which is a good thing, because slowly you’ve found yourself falling in love with the blond man walking with you. It’s a quiet, gentle thing. Burning like a candle deep in your heart.

You’ve already meditated on it and everything.

You’re in no danger of becoming Attached to Rex. Because you want him to be happy, more than anything else. And if his happiness means that he’s not with you, then so be it.

Love is, at it’s core, selfless. It’s a shame your Master never understood that.

“You’re thinking too much again,” Rex says as he bumps your shoulder with his, “You have that line on your brow.”

“I was thinking about my Master.”

“Oh,” Rex pauses, “You’ve never mentioned your Master before?” There’s an unspoken question in his words, and you smile.

“No need to fret, Captain. My Master died of Cancer when I was a teenager, he didn’t die from the purge.”

Rex pauses, “Would you think I’m awful if I say, ‘thank the force’, about that?”

You laugh, your head falling back, “Not at all.”

“Well, good.” He sounds a little flustered for a moment, but you neatly ignore it. He’s allowed his private emotions, after all.

“My Master was a deeply flawed man,” You say lightly, “I promised myself that I would never treat my Padawan the way he treated me. And I like to think that I accomplished that, before she died.” You pause, “Well, she was never afraid of me, at least.”

“You were afraid of your Master?”

You hum thoughtfully, tapping your fingers in a silent rhythm against your thigh, “Not afraid, so much as tense. He was a very stern man, you see. And his punishments could be extreme. I was never physically harmed, of course, the Council watched him too closely for that. But emotional and mental abuse doesn’t leave any physical marks.”

“So, why were you thinking about him?”

“Hm?” You blink at him for a moment, “Oh! Right! My Master used to harp on and on about how Jedi are forbidden from love and intimacy.”

“Right. The Attachment thing.”

You wave your hand dismissively, “Any Jedi worth their weight in gold can tell you that Love and Attachment aren’t the same thing,” You reply, “No, my Master had three wives and three additional girlfriends who didn’t know about each other. Or the fact that he was a Jedi.”

Rex stumbles over his feet, “He what?”

“Oh, yeah. And a dozen or so kids bouncing around out there. After he died, it was a whole mess because I was his only legal heir, the Jedi Lawyers had to gent involved because I was a 16 year old boy and getting harassed by women in their 40s.” You shake your head, “I owe Master Kenobi so much for helping me handle that.”

“I mean...are they still harassing you?”

“...You know. I think they think I’m dead.” You muse thoughtfully, “But they never did like me, much. I was living proof that they didn’t know their husband like they thought they did.”

Rex shakes his head, “Man, General Skywalker never told me about that—”

“Well,” You pause before continuing, delicately, “Anakin was rather...self-invested, my situation had nothing to do with him, so he likely didn’t care.”

“...ouch.”

“Not to worry, Captain. I won’t speak of word of this to Ahsoka.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she already knows.” Rex sighs and rubs the back of his head, “Anyway, why were you thinking about your Master?”

“Oh.” You glance at him, “That’s simple, it’s because I’m falling in love with you.”

And maybe, just maybe, you should have timed that better because Rex trips over his own feet again and crashes into a wall.

“...Are you alright, Captain?”

He presses his hands over his face, though it does nothing to hide the color on his neck or the way his ears are burning, “Really? Just like that?”

“Would you like me to take it back?” You ask, bemused.

“...I didn’t say that. Just—” He trails off, and drops his hands, “People normally don’t just drop that on unsuspecting people.”

You tilt your head, “Oh. Sorry.”

“You are not.”

“No, I’m really not.”

Rex stares at you for a moment, and then he lets out a quiet laugh, “Do you want to go get dinner or something?”

“Captain, are you asking me on a date?”

“Or something, yeah.”

A small grin lifts your lips, “Sounds like fun. Are you going to trip over your feet every time I say I love you?”

“Don’t kriffing tempt me. Dick.”

For the first time, in a long time, you realize that you feel happy. And it’s all because of him.

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Roast

Day 5 ~ sunburn ~ healing salve ~

Hunter

Word Count: 404 Content: sunburn, bacta, Hunter being a sad wet cat, sibling mockery

It was getting close to sunset as you put the finishing touches on the meal you’d been preparing for Omega and the boys. They’d be back from their “family beach day” soon.

You checked the roast in the oven, deciding it needed just a little more time, then you go to the cupboard to get dishes out to set the table.

You’d just finished placing the plates on the table when the door opened. You smiled.

“Hey honey,” you called as you started over to greet your love.

“Mesh’la,” his smoky voice answered, though you noticed a little strain.

“Everything okay?” you asked, but as you turned the corner towards the doorway, your question was answered for you.

He looked miserable, stiff, and from head to toe his usual sunkissed, golden skin was notably darker, and a little red. “I need bacta,” he groaned.

You stifled a chuckle. “Oh, sweetheart. Did you fall asleep out there again?”

He looked at you with those tooka eyes he broke out any time he was sick then nodded a little as he started to shuffle towards you.

The timer on the oven started beeping again. You gave him a pitying smile. “Get the bacta from the cabinet,” you instructed softly. “I’ll be right there.”

He grunted out a soft noise of agreement and you went back to the kitchen. 

You could hear him digging around in the cabinet, grumbling mixes of basic and mando’a curses as you pulled dinner from the oven and set it to rest.

By the time you’d finished, he’d made it to the bedroom, his sandy clothes dropped near the laundry basket, and a jar of bacta gel was sitting next to where he collapsed–naked–onto the comforter. 

“How you doing, honey?” you chuckled, noting the obvious tan lines at his hips and knees and the comparably lighter space between where his shorts had protected him from the sun.

“I feel like shit,” he said, the bedding beneath his face muffling his words.

You hummed in agreement, gently touching his arm to assess the damage. “Are you sure you want bacta right now? You’re gonna need quite a bit and you know it makes you sleepy.”

“Yes” he nearly whimpered.

“The boys aren’t going to go easy on you,” you warned, smirking.

Hunter groaned. “They’ve been mocking me all afternoon,” he whined. “Please, mesh’la?”

“Alright, alright,” you laughed, picking up the bacta. “Hold still.”

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[clone-anon-after-dark]

Just As You Are (Wolffe x GN!Asexual!Aromantic!Reader)

Word count: 2047

Warnings: I’ll say NSFW for mention of having sex to make past partners happy, mention of masturbation, minors DNI

A/N: This is my first time writing Reader who is strictly aroace so I hope I did it some kind of justice. I know not all aroace people express themselves in the same way, so this is just one version I had in my mind. I believe what I write is referred to as a queerplatonic relationship? No pronouns are used for Reader.  There is cuddling, bedsharing, and some sweetness, but not romance in the way a lot of people think about it. I think that touch is great and can be a wonderful way of communicating in all relationships, including platonic relationships, so there are some quick kisses, hugs, hand holding, etc.

You'd first met him when helping Rex with some clones who escaped The Empire. They were all stressed and in need of serious help. You ran into him and Gregor on the lower levels of Coruscant. You were selling some speeder parts to another vendor and they were looking for some specific ship parts. One thing led to another and Wolffe's visits to your shop became more frequent. You liked him. He was quick-witted and kind. You weren't sure exactly what you thought about him, just that he had a special place in your heart. Sex wasn't for you. Romance wasn't for you either, but you loved his company. 

Sometimes he would sit with you while you tinkered in the shop, trying to fix something for him while he waited.  You didn’t give too much away at first, but as you got to know each other, you opened up more and so did he.  Like his brothers, he had been through a lot in the war.  You thought he was brave and thoughtful and still managed to keep a sense of humor after all that.  

Wolffe was there the day you broke down and admitted you needed a fresh start and had decided to sell your shop and find some other place in the galaxy. You apologized, knowing they depended on you, but knew life on Coruscant was getting too dangerous to stay.

"Come with us," he said. "There's room for you and we could use your skills. Besides, I'd miss you if I didn’t get to see you again."

You were shocked at first, but within a week a half dozen clones scoured what supplies and parts you had left in your little workshop. You told them to take what was needed and were able to sell the shop and what was left as-is. Wolffe helped you carry your few personal belongings to the ship he now lived on with some of his brothers. You walked away, at least grateful to have someone who cared.

“Everything will work out,” he said.  You smiled up at him and nodded.  You hoped so.

Wolffe helped you get settled in your own bunk on the ship.  Room was rather scarce, but there was some space for each of you.  You traveled with them, helping other clones escape, but found yourself helping the most with everyday tasks.  Cooking, fixing clothes, knowing when to barter, trade, or flat out buy something, and how to fix items.  These were all things they had never had to worry about before. Food was in the mess, they dropped off their blacks to get fixed if they ripped, and they never worried about money or buying supplies during the war.  The GAR took care of it, even if the food wasn’t particularly delicious or plentiful.

One night, as you sat in the cockpit together, keeping an eye out for any problems on the backwater planet you’d settled on for the night, Wolffe decided to make his feelings known.  He turned to you and rubbed the back of his head before taking a deep breath.

“I care about you, you know.”

You looked at him and smiled. “I know. And I care about you.”

“I mean, I think I am in love with you,” he replied.

You felt butterflies in your stomach.  Somehow you knew he felt this way and you worried that if he knew the truth about how attraction worked for you, he wouldn’t want anything to do with you and you’d lose your dearest friend.

“Wolffe, I…” you thought about where to start, but it was clear his heart was sinking with worry that you didn’t think about him the same way.  You reached out and held his hand.  He slowly let his fingers close around yours as you continued.

“I don’t experience romantic attraction. I also don’t like sex. I have never wanted to have sex.  It’s not you.  I actually… I love you too… just maybe in a different way.”

He let a cautious smile spread across his face.  You were in it now and he hadn’t rejected you yet.  You might as well lay it all out.  As if he knew you needed another bit of strength, Wolffe squeezed your hand a little, reminding you that he was still there with you and wanted to hear what you had to say.

“I may not be attracted to people in those ways, but I definitely have feelings for you, Wolffe.  More so than Rex or Gregor or my other friends and certainly more than I did for my family.  But I understand if that’s not enough.  It’s never been enough for anyone else.”

He held your hand and reached out to caress your cheek with his thumb. “Is this okay,” he asked, pausing just before touching your face, and wanting to be near you but not wanting to overstep.  You nodded and smiled, somewhat surprised by his reaction to what you just said.

“It’s more than enough for me and it’s more than okay,” he said.  “And if you don’t believe me, let me show you.  Give me a chance to love you how you want to be loved.”

You leaned into the hand still holding your cheek.  You relaxed a little, trying to not let old worries bother you.  Right now, you felt understood and embraced for who you were.

It took a little time, but you both slowly had conversations about where the boundaries were.  You loved cuddling and Wolffe was all too happy to welcome you into his bunk. He swapped sheets and blankets with your old bunk so that you could be comfortable with what was familiar, but the temperature on the side of the ship with his bunk was more to your liking, so you moved your stuff over.  

The first night together started a little awkwardly, but you felt so safe when he put his arm around your waist and asked, “Is this okay?”  You assured him it was.  Wolffe was normally so sure of himself and confident in combat, but with you he was only confident when he was sure you were on the same page.  He wanted to get it right.

“Can I kiss your cheek,” he asked.  You nodded.  

“Do you like kisses, Wolffe?”

“Yes.”

You kissed his cheek in return and rested against him.  It felt so right.  You fell asleep together and got some of the best rest of your life.  Wolffe’s presence felt like a weighted blanket - not controlling or restricting, but calming.

A few mornings later he woke up before you and as soon as he realized his morning wood was against your leg, he pulled away.  You woke up from the sudden movement and asked what was wrong.

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “I didn’t want you to think I…”  He looked down and wasn’t sure what to do.

“It’s okay,” you said.  You rubbed your eyes and laid back down, unsure of what else to say.

“I never want to pressure you,” he said.  “I didn’t want you to think I was.”

“You haven’t.”  You smiled, picked up his hand, and kissed the back of it.  You got up to use the refresher and you both went about your day.  Later in the evening, you found some time together.  Wolffe sat next to you and held your hand. It was becoming one of your favorite things.  Gregor joked that you were attached at the hands instead of at the hips before he got up and walked toward the cockpit for his watch.  You loved that.  Wolffe’s hands were somehow hard and soft at the same time, like him. It felt grounding.

Once you were alone, you brought up his earlier reaction to his body functioning normally and promised him you didn’t mind.  You knew he couldn’t control what his body did while he slept.  At the same time, it felt like you should bring up the topic of intimacy.  You asked if he was really okay with being with you and not having sex.

He scoffed and replied, “My hand and a couple toys have always been enough for me.”

You laughed a little at his honesty, but loved it.  He leaned toward you and rested his forehead against yours.  “We’re close in other ways.”  

“Yes, we are,” you replied with a warm smile.

After a few minutes, Wolffe tentatively asked something that had been on his mind.

“You said before that having a relationship like this has never been enough,” he said slowly.  “What happened? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’m just curious.”

You bit your lip and moved to lean on his shoulder, still holding his hand.  He gave it a little squeeze.  

“I was with couple other people at different times.  Tried the relationship thing. Someone would get to know me, wanted to date, romance, sex, the whole usual thing people normally do.  When I told them I’m not interested in that kind of love and didn’t feel like having sex with them, they would say they understood and it was fine, but eventually it wasn’t enough.  Especially the last person.  He really pressured me.  At that point, I cared about him and yeah, loved him in my own way, and I had sex with him to make him happy.  It didn’t feel right, though, and the relationship didn’t last.”

Wolffe’s breathing got heavier and you glanced up to see anger on his face.  You pulled away, unsure, and his expression immediately softened to one of care and protection.

“I’m not mad at you,” he said, seeing your uncertainty.  “Far from it.  I’m sorry you felt like you had to do that.  It’s not right.”  He put an arm around you and pulled you close, placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.  You let out breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“I want to make you happy,” you said.

“You do,” he answered with a broad smile and another kiss to your head.  “You make me so kriffing happy.  You’re enough as you are.”

You only became more inseparable as the years went on.  You came to depend on each other. If anyone asked he would say “we’re together” or “that’s my partner.”  You said the same of him.  He always made you feel special just as you were.  Each night you got into bed together and talked about your day.  You helped each other unwind simply by offering each other comfortable familiarity.  Some night you’d read a holonovel together and discovered you both liked science fiction.

You saw each other through some challenging times, too.  When you were in the Outer Rim and Wolffe’s cybernetic eye stopped working at the end of a mission, he was terrified he lost his sight for good.  You held his hand and ran him back to the ship, reminding him that his other eye was working and he would be okay.  As Gregor and Rex took off, looking for the nearest doctor who could help, you sat with him.  It was clear he was having flashbacks to the war and when he first lost his eye.

“I’m here,” you reminded him.  “I promise it will be okay.  You’re on our ship, Wolffe.  Rex and Gregor are here and we’re going to get you help.”

He looked like a terrified cadet, crying as you held him.  You walked him back to your shared bunk once you were in hyperspace, hoping the familiar sights, smells, and textures would help.

“Please don’t leave,” he asked through tears. 

“I never will.”

Everything turned out okay.  He needed an adjustment to his cybernetic, but was assured it should still last the rest of his lifetime and then some.  That night, you held him, letting him rest his face in the crook of your neck, while you rubbed his back.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said.  “I don’t know why I broke down when I could see out of my good eye just fine.”

“It’s okay,” you replied.  “You have nothing to be sorry for. You’ve gone through a lot.  I love you just as you are.”

“And I love you too,” he said, “just as you are too.”

Tagging: @kixs-husband @staycalmandhugaclone

[clone-anon]

Since you're offering 🤣

Could you do a Fives x Male reader bf where Fives teaches him how to shoot a blaster cause Fives wants him to be able to protect himself when he's deployed? (Sorry if it's a weird ask😅)

This isn't weird at all! I love it. I made it just a bit angsty at the start, but only as a way to get to the blaster training. Now just let me figure out how a blaster works...

Fives woke up from a nightmare slightly sticky with sweat. He reached for you in bed and pulled you closer to him, making sure not to wake you as he tried to focus on steadying his heartbeat and grounding himself in here and now. He felt you breathing and heard you hum in contentment as you slept. He couldn't help but smile at that. He closed his eyes again and tried sleeping.

"Wuhzzit," you asked, barely awake.

"Nothing," he replied. "Just needed you close."

"I know better, Fives." You were more awake now and sensed his unease. You rolled over a bit and started rubbing his back the way he liked.

"Just a nightmare," he answered quietly. "I thought I lost you."

"You're not gonna lose me."

"I'll make sure of it." He kissed you and snuggled close. You both fell asleep holding each other.

The next day he dragged you to a shooting range after breakfast.

"What are we doing here, Fives?"

"You're going to learn how to shoot," he replied.

"Why? I've never needed this. I live in a very safe place, and I-"

He put his hand up. "I know this, but I would feel better if you knew how to protect yourself. Even if you never need it. I just can't stand the idea of my boyfriend going unprotected while I'm deployed."

You knew this had something to do with the nightmare, so you weren't about to ask. You knew he'd tell you more about it when he was ready. Learning this skill wasn't going to hurt anything and if it made him feel better, then you'd do it.

You broke the silence after a few moments of contemplation. "Alright. Show me what to do."

"What do you already know," he asked.

"Umm, point and click?"

He chuckled, "There's more to it than that. We'll start at the very beginning."

Fives helped you pick out a blaster. If you were going to learn to shoot for protection, you needed to have one at home or knowing how to shoot wasn't going to do you any good. He showed you each part of a blaster, how to clean it, how to fix it if it was jammed, and basic safety measures. Once you seemed to have that down, he helped you find the right stance in front of the targets. He stood behind you and helped guide your movements. You fired shot after shot, taking in all his advice along the way. Even after you had your stance down, he continued to stand behind you, but you felt him relax into his usual self. You tried to focus on the exercise and not the feeling of his body against yours, but when you looked back over your shoulder after a particularly accurate shot, he grinned at you and kissed your neck.

"I think that's enough for today," he said. "But promise me you'll practice your aim while I'm gone."

"I promise." You put your new weapon in your holster. Fives wrapped his arms around you and he pulled you in for a kiss. He seemed to linger, wanting to take in the experience as much as he could. You were here. He was here. All he wanted was you in his life. He didn't know what he would do if he lost you.

On the way out, Fives checked with the manager of the range to see what else they offered. There were several different areas where you could practice and they had a set up for practicing with moving targets. You signed yourself up for several time slots.

You went home and spent the rest of the day together. He had to leave the next morning and you wanted to enjoy every moment you had. As you got into bed that night, he held you to him and kissed you firmly. It was always hard the night before he left. You wanted it to last forever, but knew it couldn't. Still, he knew how to make the evening memorable and once you finally fell asleep, only pleasant dreams played on your minds.

[kyberrrr]

far from a rescue mission

tcw!anakin x sith!reader, enemies to lovers, kyberrrr au

while trying to steal information from a separatist outpost, anakin gets captured and confined in a cell. you decided to entertain him while he waits to be rescued.

warnings: smut, banter, and a teensy bit of angst, bondage, oral (m receiving), dom/sub undertones (sub!anakin x dom!reader), semi-public sex, established relationship (enemies with benefits), this is my first ever fic so forgive me if it’s awful, ty, and please give me any feedback that comes to mind!!

“oh dear, general skywalker… captured again?”

bewildered, anakin stares at you as you descend the staircase before him, sliding the door to his cell closed behind you with a flick of your wrist. he frowns, clearly confused by your presence.

“what?” you tease, “surprised to see me in a separatist base? you do know i’m their supreme commander, right?”

“yes,” anakin sighs, “i’m very aware.” his words are laced with something deeper, a reminder that the two of you are trapped on opposite sides of this war, both loyal, dutiful, and unfortunately stubborn. his eyes betray his bitter thoughts, but you choose to focus more on the rest of his appearance — hair tousled, robes out of place… he was obviously manhandled when thrown into the cell, searched for weapons roughly after being stunned by a guard.

he blinks up at you, and you can’t help but smirk at his predicament. he stands chained to the cell, flush against the cold steel wall, with his legs tugged slightly apart by the cuffs around his ankles. his hands are pulled behind his back, and you assume they’ve been cuffed together and magnetised to the wall.

“i can’t believe you came all this way to see me,” he says with surprising confidence for a man chained to a holding cell. his voice is suddenly darker, deeper, and it’s clear he’s picked up on the way your eyes rake over his figure.

“don’t flatter yourself,” you quip, stepping closer until he’s almost in arm’s reach, “i’m here to interrogate another prisoner. your cell was just along the way, so i thought i’d come say hi.”

“uh-huh,” he says, “sure. that’s definitely why you’re here.” his eyes flick down to the weapon in your hand. his lightsaber. you follow his gaze, then grin as you ignite his weapon. in the dim light of the cell, it burns bright, bathing you both in blue.

“maybe i’m here to kill you,” you say, gently drawing the weapon nearer to his exposed neck. you hold it close for a second before you step away, twirling it lazily, “the blue suits me, actually.”

“maybe you shouldn’t have left the order,” he says, “you could’ve had one of your own.”

you scoff, “yeah, and then we’d both be breaking the code.” you don’t need to elaborate. he knows what you mean.

“i heard the republic is on their way to rescue you, master jedi.” you turn off the weapon, then drop it to the floor of the cell, “wow, these separatists are cruel. leaving your saber just out of reach?”

anakin smirks, “it would be a shame if i used the force to grab it.”

“you’re right. they probably forgot that you can do that,” you whisper, stepping closer to him once again. your fingers trail lightly over his chest, smoothing his robes down under your fingers. he fidgets under your touch, unable to reciprocate with his hands cuffed, but he leans into you as much as he can, pressing his lips to yours.

you tangle your fingers in his hair, arching your back as you lean up to kiss him fervently. he groans slightly as you pull away, sliding your lips down to his jawline and then his neck. you hesitate as you reach his tunic-covered chest. as much as you enjoy worshipping the hard planes of his body, you know the republic will likely arrive soon, and if anakin isn’t free and ready to be picked up by then, you know they’ll come in, guns blazing.

instead, you put on a show for him, sinking slowly to your knees as your hands trail down his body. he groans again at the sight, and then gasps at pressure of your hands as you suddenly squeeze his thighs.

you lick your lips slowly, watching his face as he stares down at you. one of your hands wraps around his cock through his pants, and you smirk as you feel it twitch in your grasp.

it’s hard, naturally — anakin can’t help it when you’re around — and you spend a few moments palming him, watching as his eyes flutter closed. as you draw away, his hips thrust forward, chasing the pressure of your hand. his eyes are open again, wide and wanting as they bore into yours.

“please,” he moans, voice breathy as you press a kiss on him through the fabric.

“are you going to cum all chained up like this, general?” you tease, smirking. his thighs tense under your grip, and he nods shakily as you make quick work reaching underneath his pants to free your target.

you’re being hasty as you run your lips over the underside of his length, letting a string of saliva fall from your mouth onto your palm before you pump him slowly. usually, you’d tease him until he was dripping with pre, but in your current environment you’re hyperaware of the clanking of droids outside the door, and you know you’re running low on time.

“please,” he moans lowly again, breathing heavily as your hand quickens its pace. you look up at him through your lashes as you stick out your tongue, lapping at his tip slowly. he groans at your warmth as you finally take him in your mouth, smoothly bobbing your head along his length. you haven't had enough practice to take him fully, not yet at least, but you match the pumps of your hand to the motion of your head, and clearly, he likes it.

your name falls from his lips in between curses and unintelligible mumbles, his hips bucking as the knot in his stomach tightens. without his hands on your head, he lacks control of your pace, and leans limply against the wall as you suck him off.

the droids outside are now discussing the approach of a republic attack cruiser, and one of them asks whether they should try to find you. as good as your head is, you know anakin is just as tuned in to their conversation as you are. his eyes shift momentarily to the door, and you can’t ignore the way he seems to throb even harder on your tongue. if your mouth wasn’t so busy, you’d call out his exhibitionism, but you’re too focused on the task at hand.

gently moaning against him, you watch his heaving chest as he desperately sucks in air. you suck desperately too, spit spilling out of your mouth as your motions become sloppy.

“fuck!” he spits out, “i’m close”. you release him from your mouth, continuing to pump vigorously with your hand.

“in my mouth, ani, all of it, or we’ll make a mess” you whisper. you wrap your lips around him again, and almost instantly you feel the warmth of his cum as it spills into your mouth.

“always take me so well, so perfect” he mumbles under his breath as you show him the last of his cum painting your tongue. you can hear the panic of the droids now — the rescue crew must’ve entered the atmosphere.

you carefully tuck him back into his pants before you get off your knees.

“you’re so kinky, master jedi. moaning like that with the droids right outside?” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist to reach behind him and unmagnetize his wrist cuffs.

“as if you have room to talk — why not uncuff me from the start?”

“you got me there”. you blow him a kiss as he uses his lightsaber to slice through his remaining restraints with ease. he quickly grabs you, his now-free hands frantically groping you from every angle as his lips meet yours. you giggle, then push him away, urging him towards the cell door.

looking down at you from the top of the stairs, he says, “next time, i’ll have you in cuffs.”

“you’d have to beat me in a fight first,” you reply, “and we both know that’s never gonna happen.”

[velocitross]

Multi-Fandom Fic Masterlist!

Not currently up to date :(

First of all, find my ao3 profile here!

Below you will find all my fics from Baldur’s Gate 3, Star Wars (TCW + TBB), and Dragon Age (2 + Inquisition) ✨ All multi chapter fics are written to completion and posted weekly. I've included some tags where I think they're helpful.

Plenty of smut here (🔞) but also T romance and gen fics! I love to dig in and explore character, world build, etc.

I am generally open to requests but do prefer writing within ships or characters already represented here! But, feel free to ask 😌

Continue below!

Baldur’s Gate 3

Vigil (durge OC) x Dammon

Imperceptible Progression of the Stars - Vigil finds Dammon outside the tiefling party. (T)

Last Light - Vigil opens up to Dammon about their violent urges. (T)

A Sunrise Worth Seeing - Dammon and Vigil grow closer following Vigil’s triumph at Moonrise Towers. (T)

Oaths Broken & Bonds Reforged - Dammon and Vigil meet each other again in Baldur’s Gate. (G)

In the Clarity of Dawn - Vigil is redeemed. (T)

Epilogue - in a quiet moment at the epilogue party, Vigil expresses how much Dammon means to them. (T)

Always Forever - Dammon knows just how to finally reveal his feelings for Vigil. (E)

Made Yours - bottom Dammon, pegging, pillow talk - Vigil and Dammon celebrate the Elturian holiday of love (E)

Respite - Vigil gives Dammon a full body massage. (E)

From the Dark - canon typical durge stuff, non-graphic vomit, brief gore, non-graphic surgery mention - With Dammon’s help, Vigil grapples with some long forgotten consequences of the urge. (M)

By the Light of the Moon - Western AU; town blacksmith Dammon wants more with his partner, Vigil the carriage guard. Complete at 15k-ish words. (E)

Symmetrical - An amethyst Dammon gave to Vigil early on in their friendship causes both Vigil and Dammon to reflect on their relationship. (T)

Rolan x Dammon

Working Steel - Rolan, frustrated by his work, seeks out Dammon for some… stress relief (E)

Up in the Tower - Dammon tries to get Rolan to take care of himself, with limited success. (M)

Within the Storm - Rolan is a mess after losing Cal and Lia to the cultists. Dammon helps. (T)

Nighthawks - Modern AU! Long distance relationship woes. Webcam sex. Cyberpunk 2077 (E)

Infernal Arcana - multi chapter and complete (35k). An interesting project steeped in the infernal brings Dammon and Rolan very close. (E)

Candlelight and Wine - Rolan is grumpy, Dammon cheers him up with a dance. (T)

First Impressions - Some scenes from Rolan and Dammon's history together in Elturel, Avernus, and the Emerald Grove (T)

Rolan's Blacksmith - Rolan stumbles upon Dammon's interaction with a customer and gets jealous. (T)

Auld Lang Syne - Rolan takes Dammon to a fancy New Year's party in the upper city. (E)

A Fortress Together - On a cozy snowy winter night nine months into their relationship, Rolan reflects on how his feelings for Dammon have grown. (M)

Comfort in Hiding - Dammon, stressed about his business in the city, finds comfort in Rolan. (T)

Break Point - breeding, potion mishap, biting, scent kink - On vacation, Rolan's surprise for Dammon gets a bit out of hand. (E)

Date Night - inappropriate use of mage hand - Rolan finds one of Dammon's books; bondage ensues. (E)

Vigil (OC durge) with Rolan

Gratitude - Vigil helps a very drunk and very bitter Rolan at Last Light Inn. (Gen; T)

Vigil's Promise - bottom Rolan, pegging - On the eve of the final battle, Rolan invites Vigil to Ramazith's Tower for some last minute confessions. (E)

Dammon x gn!Tav

A Little Light Reading - Dammon thinks about Tav whilst enjoying some spicy reading material (E)

Needful Evenings - Dammon gets caught in the act while once again thinking of Tav. (E)

For Services Rendered - light bondage, edging - Dammon gets tied up and teased. (E)

Dammon x gn!Reader

Melting Point - you and Dammon share your first night together. (E)

Gen fics/misc pairings

Sun Will Set - Halsin helps a dying snake along his journey. (G)

The Ring of a Hammer in the Hells - Dammon is haunted and inspired by his tutelage beneath Carixim. (T)

To Endure - Rolan finds his resolve to endure his abuse at Lorroakan’s hands. (T)

The Exiled - Dammon comforts Silfy over their exile and situation in the grove. (G)

Cat Nap - A cat helps soothe Dammon’s worries over his future in the city. (G)

Penance - Rolan struggles with guilt following his siblings' rescue from Moonrise Towers. (T)

Things Change and Stay the Same - Rolan and his siblings reflect on a notable moment from their childhood. (G)

Alive Again - (Aylin x Isobel) Isobel struggles to cope with her resurrection. (T)

Seed of Oak - (Halsin x gn!Tav) It’s breeding season, you get the idea (E)

Star Wars

Captain Rex x gn!reader

Rainy Day Refuge - A perfect rainy morning for cuddling back up with Rex. (T)

Golden Dreams - You dream of a quieter life with Rex. (T)

Midnight Souls - Rex doesn’t know how to dance, so you resolve to teach him. (T)

Heart of the Universe - After a long day, Rex is there for you. (T)

Summer’s King - On vacation with Rex, you (flower) crown him king. (T)

Killing Heat - You, traitor to a guild of listeners and spies, are sent on a covert mission for the republic with Rex. Intrigue, action, slow burn romance. Multi chapter and complete (105k) (E)

Briefings and Reunions - after the events of Killing Heat, you have a secret tryst with Rex. (E)

Rex on the Beach - beach trip with Rex goes exactly the way you imagine. (E)

Yadrinovo’s Rings - Following Rex’s loss and assumed death in battle, Kix finds him on a remote frontier planet. It’s your job to bring him back, but… do you really want to? Angst, domesticity. Multi chapter and complete (45k) (E)

Captain Rex x Riyo Chuchi

Rendezvous - Rex and Riyo find some comfort in one another in an unexpected way. (E)

The Way to Be Together - Rex and Riyo discuss what’s between them and resolve how to go forward. (E)

Gen fics/misc

Concessions - death troopers Pik and Waffle spar, and then, you know, spar. (M)

With Honor - Multi chapter and complete (160k). Post order 66 exploration of Rex’s grief, trauma, and agency. (T pushing M)

Waves - Exploration of grief and “what comes after.” Feat Rex and two OCs from With Honor (T)

Dragon Age

Note!! These fics were written a long time ago, 10 years in some cases. They’re not well formatted, written in first person pov, I was shaky on how to tag, etc. Please show some grace for early 20s xan 🙏

Gen fics only!

How I Saved Weisshaupt and Also the World - 50k, Hawke discovers a cult that lives in the Fade and drives their followers mad. Varric, as always, is there to ride to her rescue. (T)

People Need Stories - Varric helps Hawke cope with the loss of his mother. (T)

They Forget So Easily - Cole struggles to be remembered. (G)

[euphoriacafe]

YALLLLLL I GOT A BOOK IDEA!!!!

IT'S BAD BATCH AND TCW INSPIRED. I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THE POLY BATCH AND POLY CLONES X READER SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ARE YALL INTERESTED READING IN IT OR SHOULD I JUST SELF INDULGE????

UPDATE 1 : JUST LETTING YALL KNOW- REGARDLESS I'M MAKING IT AND POSTING IT ON A03 TODAY. Please leave a like if you want to be on the taglist.

UPDATE 2: I'M GONNA SAY THIS NOW- It has F/F M/F. If you're not comfy with F/F light action then- um I don't know.. don't read it or yeah- Lol

UPDATE 3 : I'M ALMOST DONE! I WILL POST IT ON AO3 TODAY AND IT'LL BE QUEUED FOR TOMORROW.

LAST UPDATE: HERE IS THE AO3 LINK : DollHouse

[clone-anon]

You're welcome! Love big brother clones.

Hi it's @clone-anon with big brother Kix!

"And have you gotten enough rest?" Kix asked as he helped you fold laundry.

You rolled your eyes with a "yes!"

Kix raised an eyebrow. You looked beyond tired and he was worried maybe you weren't eating enough or weren't getting enough vitamins. You stared back at him, already knowing what he was thinking.

"I'm eating and trying to sleep," you replied.

"How about we just hang out today. Maybe I invite some of the boys over and we make a big pot of something? Noodle bowls with plenty of vegetables?"

It was hard to say no to that. No only did he stop by to check on you and just started helping you as you worked on chores, but it was so hard to say no to what you knew would be a good meal and a fun time.

"All right," you agreed. "That sounds fun."

You folded the rest of the laundry and Kix made a mental note that you were getting more adventurous with your clothing choices. Well, maybe adventurous wasn't the word. More like since you started transitioning you were trying the clothes you'd always wanted. He smiled as he handed you the pile he'd been working on, mostly of clothes you'd bought last month when he insisted on taking you shopping to get out of a funk.

"Proud of you," he said.

"What for?" you asked.

"Just proud."

You smiled back at him as he called Fives with a grocery list and instructions. Your kitchen was about to get a lot more messy, but it would be okay. Kix would help you clean up and besides, you were starting to get hungry.

I love this so much, this is so so sweet 🥺😭

Thank you so so much 😭

[hellsburners]

hello…saw your request for requests (lol) and was wondering if you’re serving pain and suffering? 🤭

maybe jealousy trope with reader finding out about matt & elektra from the scene where they’re making out to escape the gala guards? or full blown out cheating with elektra or karen or claire. if you really wanna stick it as m/m, maybe with frank? i just chose elektra/karen as an element of m!reader not being on that gender as a point of contention between matt and sexuality, but whichever way to wish it to go will be all up to you.

thank you and i hope this gets chosen, but no pressure. thanks! 🥰

-tcw

hey anon! so i planned on making two fics abt this, one with mattfrank and one with mattelektra. I took pain and suffering a little bit literal on this but i hope u like themmmm

��� pain and suffering with mattfrank is here

→ strain and torment with mattelektra is here!

[dangraccoon]

Love me a good dice roll,

6 (Wrecker), 6 (How long have you been standing there) and 4 (One bed). For the reader I’ll go for He/Him pronouns.

Wow okay so that fit pretty well together. What immediately comes to mind is Reader and Wrecker having to share a room while on a mission for Cid (probably set sometime early s2). Wrecker and Reader have been flirting for a little bit and Reader walks in on Wrecker figuring out how to ask him if he wants to share the bed. Wrecker is trying not to come off as too forward and is embarrassed in a very down bad way.

Feel free to use/not use any of the prev paragraph, I’ve loved your work so far so I’d be excited for whatever you come up with.

Sharing is Caring

Wrecker x masc!reader (he/him pronouns, no other description)

Author’s Note: I hope you like this Anon!! It was very fun to write and I love me some soft Wrecker 💛

Warnings: lots of fluff, suggestive flirting, making bets on a relationship

Mando’a Guide: cyar’ika - darling, sweetheart

Wrecker of Clone Force 99 was a clone commando. He was a highly trained weapons and explosives expert. He was bigger and stronger than nearly every foe he’d come across. He’d survived the war, despite numerous close calls. He was a deadly force.

And yet here he was, talking to a wall and pretending it was you.

He’d met you a few months ago, a bright spot in the darkness and confusion of his life that had been turned upside down after the war. You were nice and funny, you got along well with his siblings, and on top of it all you were so good to look at. You seemed to like talking to him; you didn’t tell him he was too loud or treat him like he was stupid. You were almost as physically affectionate as he was - something Tech had noted as ‘impressive’ - taking all of his hugs and bumps in stride and returning them. You were so good for him. So why was he so scared of you in this moment?

It was a fairly simple mission; stake out the cantina, get the intel, get it back to Cid. The lack of planned explosions had disappointed him, but the way you offered to come with them had almost made him forget about all that.

“Not sure that’s a good idea,” Hunter had said. “You’re a civvie. Do you have any training?”

“Training for what? Eavesdropping?” you laughed. “Besides, I’ll fit in as a ‘civvie’ at a bar better than any of you.”

Wrecker’s lips had broken out in a grin. “C’mon, Sarge,” he pleaded, breaking out the tooka eyes that had a decent success rate on his brother.

Hunter exchanged a tired look with Echo who shrugged. “Fine,” he sighed, fixing Wrecker with his patented ‘Over It’ look. “But you’re keeping an eye on him.”

“Yessir!” Wrecker shouted, scooping you up and tossing you in the air. You yelped, but wrapped your arms around his neck as he caught you. 

“Wrecker, you lunatic!” you laughed as he set you back on the ground, gentle as can be. “Stars, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“I can think of a couple other ways to make your heart stop,” he smirked, nudging you hard enough for you to almost lose your balance.

“Oh, I bet you could, Big Guy,” you purred, biting your lip as you placed a hand on Wrecker’s bicep.

“Maker,” Hunter groaned, ushering Omega away. “Not in front of the kid.”

“What’s he talking about, Hunter?” Omega asked. “Is Wrecker gonna jump out and scare him?”

“Somethin’ like that, kid,” Hunter grumbled.

Lost in the flirty banter with each other, neither you nor Wrecker noticed Echo chuckle, bumping Tech with his arm. “Ten credits Wrecker still won’t actually make a move.”

Tech gestured towards you. “Twenty says it’ll be him that makes the move.”

That was yesterday. Today, however, Wrecker was feeling a little queasy. While you were scouting the cantina with Tech and Omega, he, Hunter, and Echo were getting a couple rooms at a nearby motel. 

Once he’d paid for the rooms, he led Wrecker and Echo up to them.

“Only got two?” Echo asked, noting the two access cards in Hunter’s hand.

“All Cid gave us enough for,” he grunted.

“Good thing we all like each other.”

One of the doors slid open to reveal a small room. One double bed, a fresher, and minimal space otherwise. The opening of the other door revealed the same.

“Tech usually sleeps sitting up, when he sleeps,” Echo noted. “He’ll probably want to watch over the ship anyway.”

Hunter nodded. “We’ll take this one, and Wrecker, you don’t mind sharing with… someone else, do you?”

“With… oh, I-I, uh,” he stammered. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

Echo eyed him, fighting a smirk. “You’re closer with him than the rest of us.”

Wrecker swallowed. “I- I guess so, but-”

“Perfect,” Hunter grinned, clapping his brother on the shoulder. 

Wrecker sat on the edge of the bed, anxiously awaiting your arrival. He looked up at the wall - too close in front of him - and practiced.

“Hey, so Hunter said we gotta share this one and I– aw, that’s no good.”

“I know there’s not a lotta room, but I’ll stay over on this side and I won’t try and cuddle you or nothin’– not that I wouldn’t like that, but – ugh.”

He slumped forward, letting his forehead hit the wall a couple times.

“I know it’s weird, but there’s only one bed and… I don’t wanna sleep on the floor so if ya wanna share… kriff.”

He sighed deeply, running a hand down his face.

“You’re really nice to me and you’re funny and pretty and I really, really like you and I don’t want ya to hate me for wantin’ to share with you. I– I wanna be close to ya’, but I don’t want ya to think I’m creepy and I really don’t wanna scare you away.”

“You won’t scare me away,” you said quietly, unable to stop yourself from speaking up. 

Wrecker, though, just about jumped out of his skin, shouting your name in surprise. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough, Big Guy,” you chuckled, walking over to sit next to him. “Wrecker, why would I think you’re creepy?”

You watched his cheeks tint pink. “Well, I, uh… I know we- we talk a lot and it gets a little rowdy sometimes a-and we’re friends and all but I don’t wanna force ya into anything…”

“Is that what we are, Wrecker?” you asked, and he realized just how close you were as your tongue flicked out to wet your lips. “Are we just friends?”

He hesitated. “If… if that’s what you want.”

Suddenly your hand was on his cheek and his face turned redder than a Corrie’s armor. “I like being friends with you, but…” you heard his breath still in his chest. “But I’d like to be something more.”

Wrecker died. He was sure he’d died. Or maybe he’d just fallen asleep and this was all a dream.

You smiled as you watched his brain work through what you said. A moment later his face split into a bigger grin than you’d ever seen from him before as he jumped up, scooping you up into a hug with a joyous laugh.

“Maker, cyare,” he hummed. “You make me so happy.”

“Just as you make me, Wrecker,” you whispered.

You pressed a light kiss to his cheek, chuckling at the way his face heated up. “Now, I believe you said something about cuddling?”

Wrecker grinned wickedly, falling onto the bed with you still in his arms. 

Next door, Hunter chuckled. “You owe Tech twenty credits, Echo.”

Thanks for reading! - River

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Welcome to Piña’s Creator Corner!

Twice a week I will showcase a creator that I love in TCW/TBB fandom!

I’m slowly working my way back into doing this! This week I want to shout out @clone-anon / @clone-anon-after-dark

They truly are a beacon of light in the fandom. Their ficlets dropped into ask boxes of unsuspecting folks who may need their day brightened are glowing examples of kindness that should be celebrated! Not only that, their work is so inclusive!!

Cody Starts a Garden x reader

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[clone-anon-after-dark]

So, can I get a Fives with an ace reader, the theme is up to you

Here we go!

Campfire

Fives x Asexual GN Jedi Reader

Word Count: 1199

Warnings: None really. The start of a queer platonic relationship with just a little hand holding and closeness.

A/N: I really wanted to show the start of a new relationship that isn’t going to include the usual romantic tropes. Some discussion of relationships versus attachment. Originally I wrote this for a male reader, but then realized that it doesn’t indicate the reader’s gender anywhere.

You watched the moon brighten as night overtook the planet.  Fives looked through the supplies you’d brought with you for this little scouting mission. 

“Found an ax,” he said as he walked back out of the small ship.

“Want some help,” you asked.

“I can handle it, general.” He struck a bit of a pose to make you smile.  He looked pleased when you let out a bit of a laugh.

You got serious for another moment and replied, “I told you, Fives, you don’t have to call me that out here.” 

Fives gave you a grin, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he approached a fallen tree and started cutting off large branches for some firewood and kindling.  You pulled out a pot and a packet of dehydrated soup from the supplies. It wasn’t the best food, but it was better than ration bars.  Fives made a fire and you heated the food. Dinner was quiet at first, but then you spoke up.

“I don’t think I’ll be a general in this war. I certainly don’t want to lead anyone into battle.”

“Why not? You’re a Jedi.”

“There are many ways to be a Jedi.  I’m better with jobs like this. Supporting civilians.”

“You’re good at it,” Fives replied. “You’re good with people.”

“So are you.”

You smiled at him as you finished your food. You liked helping people and you didn’t like war. You were grateful to have the ARC trooper with you. Rex had given him leave to help you after Anakin found out you’d be going alone. At first you thought this mission wasn’t going to need more than one person, but after seeing how complicated the situation had gotten, it helped to have Fives’ support. He was great with the little kids who were all still reeling from the recent attack on their community.  He spent a lot of time in the makeshift hospital. As soon as he saw the children, he went in to visit, telling them stories and reading to them from a small collection of books that had been donated.  Your heart warmed when one little girl crawled into his lap while he read.  Beyond this, he communicated needs with the 501st.  They were sending in more support and were to arrive the next day. The locals needed food, medical supplies, and support in clearing debris.  It wasn’t the first time you’d worked with Fives. You’d worked with other clones before and always admired them, but there was something about Fives.  He made you feel a way that no one else had.  You had a special place in your heart for him.

You cleaned up from dinner and Fives watched the sky.  It was clear he was deep in thought.

“What is it,” you asked.

He cleared his throat and said, “I was thinking about how I…” He took a breath and stared at his hands for a moment. You’d never seen him nervous quite like this.  “I was thinking about how I care about you, but I know you’re a Jedi. You can’t be in a relationship.”

“That’s not true,” you said.

“It’s not? But isn’t love and attachment, not allowed? Forbidden?”

You shook your head and sat next to him, scooting a little closer.  

“There are many ways to have a relationship.  I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to exploring what that might mean.”  You paused and collected your thoughts before continuing.  “With a few exceptions, we aren’t supposed to get married. Ki-Adi Mundi has multiple wives, but that’s because his species has few males. He says he’s unattached to them, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about them either.”

“So you can love but you can’t get attached. How does that work?”  Fives mouth twisted in a bit of frustration. He knew how he felt and it seemed so simple. Putting all of this into so many words felt like it could easily trap someone in a complicated mess.  You held out your hand toward his.

“Don’t offer me that if you don’t feel the same,” he said cautiously. You didn’t push. 

“I’ve always known I was different,” you stated. “I don’t feel attraction in the way that a lot of people do. I see beauty in the force, in the universe, in people, but I have never wanted sexual intimacy or anything like that. I realize that’s what some people would want.  Maybe to me this seems simple because for me it is.”  You left your hand out toward him and added, “I care about your Fives. I feel great love for you. Not being attached means that I know I can’t control you or the future. If you were gone, I’d be sad, but I would know that you’re now one with the force. The force is everywhere, so we will never be without each other. Being unattached means that we are free to do our duty. Don’t mistake my lack of attachment for a lack of caring or a lack of love. I love deeply even if I don’t act on it in the way most people would.”

Fives took in all that you said. He felt a comfort in how you put it. He wasn’t sure about all the details of the force, but he often felt like his fallen brothers were watching out for him. Maybe this was the feeling of someone being one with the force and always being there.  He liked that thought. It was comforting. He reached for your hand and interlaced his fingers with yours.  He closed his eyes and took some deep breaths.  He hadn’t felt this close to anyone.

Several minutes passed and you both felt a calm come over you.  You studied his face. Little muscles that were worried now relaxed. His beautiful brown eyes grew softer. The warm light of the campfire lit up his features. You could see every bit of wear on his armor. So many battles and so many stories and yet he was always ready to help and do his job. You admired him and felt your connection grow. You hoped he understood how you felt.  

Fives looked back at you. His kind smile was accompanied by some butterflies as he looked into your eyes.  He gently squeezed your hand.  You sensed his vulnerability and wanted to comfort him.

“I like spending time with you. I like you. Let’s just see where things go. That okay?”

He nodded.  “More than okay.”  Then, for the first time instead of calling you general, he whispered your name. 

You were both distracted from the moment when you heard a battle droid’s voice from the edge of town. You drew your lightsaber and he had his blaster out, each wanting to protect the other.  You walked around the ship, but put your weapons away with a sigh as it was revealed that the noise was simply a group of stray tookas play fighting on top of a pair of halved droids. You let out a sigh and returned to the fire together.

You sat shoulder to shoulder and he put an arm around you. You briefly rested your head on his shoulder before reaching for his hand and watching the stars.

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[clone-anon]

I'm gonna hop on the Monnk train🤣 I was a competitive swimmer for years and I also absolutely love the ocean. I was wondering if you could do one where a male or gn reader kinda shows Monnk their favorite spot to swim?

Of course!

Commander Monnk x M!Reader

Warnings: swimming in the ocean, kissing and sweetness

He met you near the pier, standing there in his trunks with a towel swung over his shoulder. You pulled up the speeder and grinned at him.

"You gonna tell me where we're going," he asked, sitting behind you and leaning on you a little more than he really needed to.

"You'll see," you replied over your shoulder. He sighed with a smile. He hadn't been on this planet long, but arrived wanting a fresh start away from the Empire. You met him during one of your daily swims. He often swam so he could clear his head and he was trying to figure things out; decide where his life should take him. Your swimming times began to overlap more frequently. You became close quickly and he'd decided to stay.

You were headed to a different beach today. This one was less crowded, sometimes completely empty, and always provided a beautiful view. Even on rainy days, you felt at peace here.

You parked. Monnk had a hand around your waist and yours found its way to rest on top of his.

"Has my boyfriend been keeping secrets from me," he asked playfully, looking around and clearly recognizing this place was special to you. "This looks like the perfect spot."

"I've never brought anyone else here," you replied seriously. You looked over your shoulder and studied his face. His smile was subtle, but it was there. Like he wasn't sure what to say.

"Come on," you said.

You got off the speeder and started jogging to the water. He followed and ran in after you. The water was cool enough to get the blood pumping and you both started swimming together. It felt like the most freeing swim and yet you also felt a bit tucked away and protected from everything. You swam out to a familiar point, each movement of your limbs feeling like the most natural thing in the galaxy. You stopped and started treading water. Monnk was right behind you and he treaded next to you. You looked down and pointed out some of the marine life that was just below you. Beautiful schools of fish swam through a colorful reef. He took his time to admire the scene before pulling you close, lifting you up slightly, still treading water for you both now, and beaming.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," you replied. "Guess I'll have to bring you back here."

"I hope so."

You leaned down and kissed him. You felt him hold you just a little closer before he pulled away slightly to admire you.

You spent a little time floating on your backs and holding hands so you wouldn't drift too far apart. You watched the sky and felt the familiar movement of the waves . You kept an eye on the beach to make sure you did go too far. When you finally had to, you both swam back to the beach.

"Next time we'll bring a picnic and stay longer," you said as he sat on the speeder behind you.

He kissed your cheek in agreement and you headed home.

[kittonafoxgirl]

[Podfic] Asylum

AO3 Link: Chapter 6 Madhouse

Fandom: Star Wars Clone Wars

Writer: @padmesstylist​

Text: Asylum

Reader: Kittona

Rating: M

Chapter 6 Length: 13:55

Summary:   Anakin, taken hostage by the Sith. Grievous, captured by the Republic. When Padmé refuses Dooku’s offer of prisoner exchange, Anakin appears to be lost for good. One year later, a mysterious Jedi-killer called Vader appears.  AU starting from TCW episode “Shadow Warrior.” Inspired by Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier.